Late at night.

People are not quiet.

"Knock Knock Knock ......"

Yan Xiaowu didn't sleep all night, and when there was a knock on the door, she opened the door almost immediately.

The old man outside the door was stunned, and forgot to put down his raised hand, but he didn't expect the shutter to open.

"Please come in. ”

Yan Xiaowu made a "please" hand gesture.

"Uh...... Good. ”

The old man entered the house and carefully closed the door again.

"Old man, what's the matter with you?"

Under the dim light of the oil lamp, Yan Xiaowu's delicate face and black hole eyes looked particularly eerie.

The old man avoided Yan Xiaowu's gaze weakly, glanced at the middle-aged monk who was still meditating, and didn't dare to offend too much.

"Late at night, the old man will make a statement first. ”

The old man said stiffly.

"It's okay, everyone isn't asleep, is there?" said Yan Xiaowu.

"Lao Yu is the village chief here, and when he visits late at night, he has something to ask for. After a moment's hesitation, the old village chief spoke.

"You speak. ”

Yan Xiaowu was thoughtful.

"Well, can you really cure this plague?" asked the old village chief cautiously.

"I can only save two people. ”

After thinking about it, Yan Xiaowu said: "It's been discussed, has there been a result?"

The old village chief looked embarrassed and smiled bitterly: "How can it be? There will be no result." ”

No one wants to die, and who wants to give up the quota for living? Therefore, no matter how long the discussion is conducted, there will be no result.

"And you're coming?"

Yan Xiaowu frowned.

On a big night, a person secretly visits, and its purpose is obvious.

However, Yan Xiaowu still took out the two Bodhi fruits and placed them on the wooden table in front of the old village chief.

"I can only save people, as for who to save, you decide. ”

"Not what you think. ”

The old village chief glanced at the two Bodhi fruits and pushed them back: "The old man has lived long enough, even if he is cured, he will not live for a few days." ”

The old village chief's cloudy eyes looked very indifferent: "The wife is gone, the son is gone, the grandson is gone, the old man should have gone down to accompany them." ”

Yan Xiaowu was puzzled.

"As the village chief, Lao Yu finally got an idea for the village. The old village chief seemed to see it, and the wrinkles on his face like old bark slowly unfolded.

"To the west of the village, there is a kind of big jujube tree in the yard, and there lives a stupid big man with a not very bright brain. Also, to the east of the village is the house of a man with a pond who has a grandson who is as clever as a monkey. ”

When he was old, it was not easy to finish his words in one breath, so the old village chief took a breath and continued: "If you can only save two people, then they can do it." ”

"Why?" Yan Xiaowu asked.

"According to the saying handed down by the older generation, they are two types of children, with a hard life and a long life. The old village chief said: "Even if it is to leave a root for the village, it will not cause an accident to both of them." ”

"If it's for the sake of inheritance, wouldn't it be better to leave a man and a woman?"

Yan Xiaowu thought to herself, but she didn't ask, just a little disappointed, and nodded: "Okay." ”

"The old man is not finished yet. ”

"I hope the two of you can take them out of here, wherever they go, and there will soon be no more people living here. ”

The old village chief said, struggled to get up, knelt down towards Yan Xiaowu again, and pleaded, "Take off." ”

The people in the village can't get out of this deep valley, but the two people in front of them, since they can come in, naturally have a way to get out.

Yan Xiaowu didn't go to help the old village chief as usual, nor did she ask the middle-aged monk's opinion, and in a suppressed voice, she said to herself: "Okay." ”

It was agreed that he would secretly take someone away tomorrow night, and the old village chief left with great gratitude.

The old village chief faltered, gradually swallowed up by the darkness.

Yan Xiaowu bolted the door again.

Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night.

......

It is not unreasonable that Azhi was wronged as the source of the plague.

Aji, who had lost his divine favor, was in fact one of the first people in the village to be infected with the plague. If the plague is transmitted from person to person, Azhi is not completely wronged.

It is not unfounded for Ah Zhi to believe that the plague is transmitted through person-to-person contact, because after he contracted the plague, his mother also contracted it, and it took less than half a day before and after.

There was a serious illness, but Ah Zhi's body was still there, and the plague had been suppressed by him, in short, there was no sign of an attack.

But not my mother.

Five days ago, my mother had a haircut.

On the first day, blindness.

The next day, deaf.

On the third day, aphasia.

On the fourth day, he was bedridden.

On the fifth day, vomiting blood did not stop.

At most, tomorrow can drag on for another day.

On the seventh day, he will surely die.

The thirty or so people who have died, all of them.

Ah Zhi stood by his mother's bedside.

Tag after.

There's only so much he can do.

Outside.

A monk and a woman came slowly from far and near.